Detective: From the Police Academy

Chapter 564 Parting
Upon seeing Luo Rui approach, the Rohingya people around the campfire all got up and left, leaving only Ali and Karim behind.

They stood up, and Karim handed Luo Rui a piece of bread, while Ali handed him a can of beer.

The two men had dark skin, but bright eyes, and they looked at Luo Rui with great respect.

"Have a seat." Luo Rui took the things and sat down.

Ali and Karim simply stood there, showing no intention of sitting down.

"Ali, what are your thoughts?" Luo Rui asked him.

Ali smiled and said, "I have no idea. We'll go wherever you go."

Karim said, "Rohingya, can you lead us to revenge? Revitalize us Rohingya, and slaughter them all..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ali quickly kicked him.

Luo Rui squinted at him: "What are you trying to say?"

Karim chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "I didn't say anything, don't be angry."

Luo Rui nodded and pondered for a moment, then said, "I know about the plight of the Rohingya people. I'll give you two choices now."

Upon hearing this, Ali and Karim exchanged a glance and both became tense.

Luo Rui continued, "Follow us, listen to us, especially listen to Elder Jiang. I'm not telling you to let go of your hatred; our ancestors also encountered similar things."

However, you can't act recklessly within the Chinese community, especially not like today's attack on DKBA, where you recklessly hunt down those people. I don't want to see that again.

Furthermore, if you feel that following us won't help you get revenge, then you can go back.

I know Valais's current situation. Going back would be suicide for you, but you can take some of the guns and ammunition, build your own armed forces, and achieve what you want to accomplish.

I understand that the Rohingya people are suffering. There is no order in northern Myanmar and the law is practically non-existent. So, you have two choices; choose for yourselves.

"Either come with us, or stay. I've finished speaking; you can think it over."

Luo Rui stood up, patted Ali on the shoulder, looked at Karim, and nodded: "Nothing is more important than being alive."

Luo Rui returned to Cai Xiaojing's side, and Jiang Zhongjun and others immediately surrounded him.

"Mr. Luo, how is it?"

Now everyone knows that Luo Rui is no longer a policeman, and they no longer call him 'General Manager Luo'.

“I told them, it’s up to them to choose.”

Ho Tung lamented, "Without relying on these two hundred Rohingya people, could we gain a foothold in Shan State?"

“You’ve got a narrow perspective.” Jiang Zhongjun glared at him. “If we don’t deal with this now, it’ll cause a huge mess in Shan State! I told you to read more history, all you know is how to play with guns.”

"Playing with guns is better than playing with women, right?"

Luo Rui said, "Alright, everyone go and rest. Let's see how the negotiations go tomorrow morning."

After everyone left, only Luo Rui and Cai Xiaojing remained by the campfire.

The campfire gradually died down, leaving only small flames.

Luo Rui raised his head and looked at the distant horizon. The Wa State Allied Forces were still on high alert, and behind the fortifications, armed personnel were keeping a close eye on them. It seemed that the negotiations were not going smoothly.

Cai Xiaojing asked, "Aren't you going to rest?"

Luo Rui shook his head: "I'll sit for a while longer."

"Now that you've taken off your uniform and are no longer a police officer, what are your plans for the future?"

Luo Rui smiled and said, "I wonder how much money Mr. Mo plans to give me in the divorce settlement. If it's possible, I'll just retire here."

"She said she was so angry, how could she bear to part with you?"

"how about you?"

Cai Xiaojing blinked: "What about me?"

"It's nothing." Luo Rui lowered his head. "Go and rest."

Cai Xiaojing stood up: "Okay, I'll go back to the car."

Luo Rui sat alone in front of a pile of ashes, gazing at the starry sky over northern Myanmar.

The weather in May was hot and humid, but it was still slightly cool at night.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Luo Rui heard the sound of a large transport plane. He quickly opened his eyes, opened the car door, jumped out of the car, and looked up.

It was the same transport plane as yesterday, but the three armed helicopters didn't come.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the Wa State Allied Forces in the distance open a gap, and three vehicles drove over from a distance.

The Rohingya immediately went into battle mode, and the Chinese surrounded Luo Rui. He Dong, pushing the wheelchair, said, "They're up to no good."

Fang Yonghui curled his lip: "We are the ones who came here."

He Dong said, "They're all the same, there's no difference."

Leading the way was an armed pickup truck, which Luo Rui and his group immediately spotted, with officers from the United Wa State Army sitting inside.

Behind them were two SUVs, neither of which had flags on them; I wonder what they were there for.

An armed pickup truck stopped twenty meters in front of them, and two officers got out.

Then, a group of people got out of the SUV.

Jiang Zhongjun, with his sharp eyes, immediately recognized the identities of several of them: "They are from China, people from our side."

One of the men, dressed in a suit, wearing glasses, and carrying a briefcase, walked towards Luo Rui with a man and a woman.

"Mr. Luo, I am the person in charge of handling this matter. My name is Yang Dong."

"Hello, Mr. Yang."

Luo Rui shook hands with him and looked at the Wa State people; their skin color was completely different.

"Shall we find a place to talk?"

“Okay.” Luo Rui followed him to the wasteland on the side.

"Mr. Luo, thank you for your hard work. On behalf of..."

Luo Rui shook his head: "Don't say that, and I'm not the deputy captain anymore. I'm just an ordinary citizen now."

"That's true, but what you've done has had a profound impact on us in northern Myanmar. So, I'll call you comrade."

These words carry a lot of weight. Although everyone calls him that casually, Yang Dong's words have a very different meaning.

In other words, he not only acknowledged Luo Rui's contributions to what he did in northern Myanmar, but also felt that it was truly remarkable, and he approved of Luo Rui's approach.

It goes without saying who Yang Dong represents, and Luo Rui felt gratified and moved.

"How did the talk go?"

Yang Dong pushed up his glasses, took two steps closer to him, and said, "Both sides mean that the compatriots on the truck can be transported back to China through their airports."

At the same time, the Rohingya are not allowed to cross the border; this is their bottom line.

Luo Rui didn't ask why. There were many reasons. When it comes to ethnic groups in Myanmar, there are more than anywhere else.

Some of the things involved were extremely complex and beyond their comprehension.

Besides, the Rohingya people led by Luo Rui have already united.

It's hard to say what they might do if they go to Wa State. Luo Rui asked, "What about the Chinese at the timber mill?"

"Then they won't interfere, and you can go through normally."

The Chinese at the lumber mill, including Jiang Zhongjun, He Dong, Qiu Wenhe, and others, numbered only about twenty.

These twenty-odd people seemed to be no threat to the Wa State Allied Forces.

Luo Rui pondered for a moment, then asked, "What does the higher-ups mean by the telecom fraudsters in Wa State?"

Actually, Luo Rui shouldn't have asked this question, and Yang Dong could have chosen not to answer it.

But Yang Dong still replied: "They live in northern Myanmar year-round and have their own things to do, so they just do what they have to do."

This makes it very clear that the higher-ups are no longer concerned about Jiang Zhongjun and He Dong.

Indeed, this was an armed group spontaneously organized by Luo Rui and his men. From Wa Lai to Myawaddy and then to Shan State, it was all their own doing and had nothing to do with anyone else.

Yang Dong's meaning was clear: this matter should end here.

The compatriots rescued from the Fanbang Industrial Park can return via their airport or from the old town.

Rohingya people are not allowed to go to Shan State.

The Chinese workers at the lumber mill found their own way out.

But how do we find a way out?
Luo Rui used He Dong's name, and the people he recruited were also doing so in his name.

Once Luo Rui leaves, and the higher-ups don't intervene, He Dong, Jiang Zhongjun, and Qiu Wenhe can only wait for DKBA to hunt them down.

Their best option is to leave Myanmar and return to China with Luo Rui.

Luo Rui had anticipated that things would come to this.

Luo Rui said, "Give us some time, let's talk to him."

"Okay, I'll wait in the car, Comrade Luo. Everyone's waiting for you to come back."

It's obvious that Yang Dong has suspicions about Luo Rui. Now that Luo Rui isn't a police officer, no one can control him.

Any decision he makes now is no longer subject to restrictions.

Luo Rui had no time to think about it. He found Jiang Zhongjun, He Dong, Qiu Wenhe and others and explained the matter in detail.

Everyone fell silent, except for Fang Yonghui and Jiang Feng, who seemed quite happy. After all, they were going back, and no one wanted to stay in a cesspool.

He Dong said, "This is different from what we said before, Luo Rui. If you leave, what will happen to the rest of us?"

Jiang Zhongjun also looked worried: "Then we'll go back to China too. I haven't been back to visit in a long time."

He Dong cursed, "What are you going back for? You don't have a single relative left in Sichuan Province, not even a house. You're going back? We've been operating in northern Myanmar for so long, and now you're just going to abandon us like this?"

Jiang Zhongjun said, "You don't know anything! You have to come back to China with me. If you don't go back, there's only one outcome for you here: death. Even your father can't protect you!"

“No!” He Dong turned his head and said, “I will do the things you don’t want to do. I still have to go to Shan State. I know my dad has a beverage factory there, so I will go there. Anyone who wants to come with me, just let me know.”

Qiu Wenhe said, "I have no home in the country either, I'll go with you."

Zhang Qiang and Wu Xiaobing nodded as well.

Jiang Zhongjun cursed, "You bunch of young people, you have so many ideas! You want to make a name for yourselves, you want to be kings in northern Myanmar, damn it! I'm old enough to play along with you, you sons of bitches!"

Jiang Zhongjun was so angry that he cursed.

But He Dong wasn't angry or annoyed. He knew this old guy too well. If Jiang Zhongjun could curse, then he agreed.

Luo Rui sighed: "I will tell Yang Dong to ensure your safety and that you arrive at the old street safely."

He Dong said, "Luo Rui, I'll just call you that. Anyway, you're not a cop anymore. You really don't want to hang out with us? Old Street, Mengsa, and Guogan are all telecom fraud zones. There are also the most Chinese people in these areas. As long as you're with us, we can definitely make a name for ourselves!"

Jiang Zhongjun sneered: "You're kidding me. Mr. Luo is worth hundreds of billions. Do you think he'd play house with you?"

He Dong pursed his lips: "Alright then."

Jiang Zhongjun added, "Mr. Luo, you still need to go and talk to the Rohingya people and see what they think, and tell them not to start a fight."

"Okay, I'll go tell them."

Luo Rui nodded and looked at the Rohingya people behind him.

More than two hundred Rohingya people stood by the roadside, the oldest being in their fifties and the youngest only in their teens.

They followed him all the way from the lumber mill. Without them, Ho Tung's Chung Hwa Lumber Mill might have been taken over by Jaba long ago.

Moreover, the Rohingya people also played an immeasurable role in rescuing their compatriots in the Fanbang Industrial Park.

Looking at this large group of people, and at their eager and expectant eyes, Luo Rui really didn't know what to say.

Ali and Karim stepped out from the crowd and approached Luo Rui.

Ali said, "Mr. Luo, don't worry, we will return to Valais and continue fighting with our compatriots."

Luo Rui asked in surprise, "You guys knew?"

Karim nodded: "When we arrived here, we knew they wouldn't let us Rohingya pass through."

We Rohingya are treated like bugs and heretics by them and the DKBA; they hate us.

"So what are your plans?"

Ali's eyes were filled with determination: "Let's go back to our old village and take back our land. Grandpa Jiang taught us that in Chinese history, lost land must be taken back."

"I can't give you anything, but if you need anything, you can contact me, and I'll do my best to help."

Karim asked, "Can we take the rockets and shells with us?"

"Yes, bring them all."

"That's great! With these things, we won't be afraid anymore."

Luo Rui pursed his lips, unable to utter another word.

Immediately afterwards, the group was split up. The Rohingya people took several vehicles, loaded their weapons and ammunition onto them, and then turned the vehicles around and headed towards the bridge.

Most of them didn't take a car; they kept looking back as they walked.

Luo Rui, Jiang Zhongjun, and others escorted them to the bridgehead.

Jiang Zhongjun had watched Ali and Karim grow up, and he sighed, "Do you two even know how to fight a war?"

Ali nodded: "You taught us."

Jiang Zhongjun nodded and said, "Do you two remember the first tree that the lumber mill felled back then?"

“We know that there was a tree planted next to it, didn’t we? I saw you plant it with my own eyes.”

"Go left from that tree, there's a grove of trees. Look carefully, there's a lot of fallen leaves covering the area, and there's a wooden plank underneath. Pry the plank open, and there are two boxes of money inside. I'll give you the money."

He Dong blinked: "No, how come I didn't know?"

Jiang Zhongjun ignored him and looked at Ali, saying, "Take the money and don't do anything else. Just arm yourselves. Whether the Rohingya can stand up depends on the two of you."

Ali and Karim nodded, then bowed deeply to Luo Rui and Jiang Zhongjun.

Then, more than two hundred Rohingya people, carrying guns, crossed the bridge.

Their figures stepped out of the bright sunlight and into the shadows on the other side of the bridge.

Meanwhile, the Wa State Allied Army's defensive fortifications were removed, and the checkpoints were opened, waiting for a dozen or so trucks to pass through.

(End of this chapter)